United Island's of Harmony: Revolution

Preface

The land was as white as a snow fox's fur.

The blistered had been raging for two days non stop. The effect it had on the men was terrible. It forced them to stay inside there tents and only come out if absolutely necessary. That alone was a huge stab in the camps morale.

Food had begun to run low. The troops were limited to eating only small portions a day, and only once. A realer solder needs about three meals per day to work, fight, and to do basic tasks. The men In this camp only got one meal per day.

Disease had also run ramped threw the camp. Black plague; they call it, was eating the men up like fire to grass. It was unstoppable!  The army's few doctors had no clue on how to cure the disease, or at the very least on how to slow down its effects.  The Black plague was killing our troops faster than we could dig graves.  Hell! It was killing us faster than Princess Cleastias army could.

Yes the camp was in shambles. Body's lay on the ice covered ground; there was no one to bury them, we all where ordered to stay in out tents (except for the unlucky basters who were on guard duty out side in the storm). Food was low, and so was troop morale.

We were told that this would be an easy and fast war:  Join the army, train for two weeks, fight for our Independence, kick Cleastias and Lunas ass, win Independence, and ex-princess Twilight sparkle becomes our first elected President.

That was the plan at least.

But now.... * sigh *... the plans going to hell.

Heartfire 4, 1778.

Lieutenant: Spike Sparkle, of the thirteenth musket company. United Island's of Harmony.